We landed in San Diego (after a 5 hour flight) at 8:40 am. While in the air between Pheonix and San Diahhhgo we looked out the window at the landscape below. Unless I can't read a map, we were flying over where we would soon be hiking.

Im excited, don't get me wrong, but when we read about the desert and drought maybe that point wasn't driven home enough. It is now. Desolate expanses of nothingness, dried and cracked. Even from the plane window the land looked thirsty. We'll deal with it when we get there.

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On the other hand San Diego was fantastic and strange. Walked from the airport past a large marina, a military base, through some neighborhoods where looking is likely as close as I'll get to entering a home, until finally... The Pacific Ocean. My first time and I ran in then out of the frigid waters.

After the beech some kind strangers, Dan and Jada, helped us get to the park where we encountered Girl Scout, the first trail angel of our journey. He picked us up off the city street, drove us to get tacos and dropped us off at the southern terminus. We are on the trail.